White Trash - Hank Williams III

Well I was raised in a holler

I grew up eatin' mud

and my baby bottle

it was filled with beer and blood

Well I got relatives here

they just don’t look quite right

A couple of 'em only got one eye

that I heard that they lost in a fight

You know why

You got any idea, boy

Do you know why

It’s white trash

It’s white trash

It’s white trash

It’s white trash

My daddy — he started beatin' me around the tender age of five

He said «You gotta be tough —

if you’re ever gonna get out of this world alive»

He used to beat my momma

and spit in my face

and laugh at the world

'cause it was such a fuckin' disgrace

Do you know why

Do you know why

I’ll tell you why

White trash

White trash

Stand up Be a good man

Do as I say boy

Put this beer in your hand

White trash —

I’m white trash

I’m white trash

I’m white trash